Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Smog,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yaz,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.